Winter Is Here Poem by Angela Wybrow

For hot summer days, my heart now grieves,
As I walk ankle-deep amongst fallen leaves.
More leaves dash down to join the happy throng:
Until they are all joining in, it will not be long.

Leaves dance around my head and my feet:
They appear to party to a silent beat.
All around me, a bitterly cold wind is blowing;
In some parts of Britain, it has been snowing.

Tonight is the night when the clocks go back;
Many more hours will then be cloaked in black.
Of summertime, this is officially the final day;
We're informed that an ‘Arctic blast' is on its way.

In the spring and summer, I feel much more cheerful;
Of cold, wintry conditions, I feel somewhat fearful.
This cold weather makes me want to stay indoors;
The alarm clock, in the morning, I want to ignore.

Warm winter woollies have made an appearance;
Of bright summer clothes, shops hold a clearance.
The middle of next week, we celebrate Halloween:
To go trick and treating, many kids will be keen.

It is still well over a week away ‘til Bonfire Night,
But fireworks explode nearby and give me a fright.
Christmas seems to be approaching at a rapid rate:
Of shopping days left, there are now only fifty eight.